the party where no one comes

i push

the pole into the hard dirt,

then set

the bird feeder

on top of it.

i fill it with seed,

nuts

and a gourmet mix

of food

for whatever might fly

bye,

but no one comes.

not a single

bird

arrives.

away they go in flocks,

into the trees,

into the clouds.

it saddens me in how

hard

i try.